Catacombs lay bare ancient

Mausoleums so rare,

Chronological memory of Time,

Sings their glories upheld Divine,

Of Kings and Queens,

Dreams and bloody tales,

Buried deep in the city of dead.

A mere structure or a great secret,

Mausoleums speak up…

Divine verses on your chest,

Carved out in stone and jewels,

Await strangers to yield to your confines.

Their colossal bespectacled awe,

Feeding your forlorn memories.

Once you too breathed worldly beauties,

The chaos and tragedies,

Your broken shoulders bore.

Unfulfilled dreams, unidentified love tales,

Known desires, known pains,

You too had in your hearts.

But now a forgotten phase of history,

Ornamental mausoleums of mystery,

Not engraved with verses

But with life's lessons,

A mausoleum of soil for you too waits.

Like millions in dust screams,

A prayer for the dead.